September 26th, 1996
"Oh, God, baby," Monica whimpered as she rocked her pelvis against Chandler's pelvis as she sat on his lap with her legs crossed around his waist as he sat on the edge of her bed, bracing his legs on the floor as he made love to her.
Chandler had lost a significant amount of weight since the last time they had been together, but he was still so sexy and handsome, and he certainly had not lost his touch or forgotten how to please her in bed.
"Oh, yeah! Yes, yes!" Monica moaned as she rocked back and forth on top of him.
"God, I can't stop fucking you, baby," Chandler growled as he gritted his teeth in unbearable pleasure. She felt so good he couldn't stand it. She always had.
"Then, don't," Monica gasped as she massaged the back of his neck and pulled his head towards her, and he hungrily locked his lips with hers as they both moaned desperately into their kiss.
They were supposed to be getting ready for the benefit dinner at Ross's Museum. However, a few teasing kisses turned into multiple rounds of passionate lovemaking.
They had been sexually insatiable since the night of Barry and Mindy's wedding when they had gotten back together. Getting back together with Chandler made Monica quickly forget about her breakup with Richard.
Richard was sexy in a suave and sophisticated way, and she loved him. However, Chandler was so tender, passionate, loving, and boyishly handsome and sexy, and he was her soulmate. Her love for Chandler easily eclipsed how much she loved Richard or any other man for that matter. He was perfect for her.
"We really should get ready," Chandler whispered between placing sensual kisses along her jawline.
"Yeah," Monica whimpered as she half-heartedly agreed before a loud knock on her bedroom door made Monica and Chandler snap their heads towards it.
"Come on guys, we have to go," they heard Ross yell through the bedroom door.
"One second," Chandler panted and then gasped as Monica began thrusting her hips rapidly and bewitchingly.
"Well, hurry up," Ross added as Monica began to slosh against him because she was so wet, and the sound and feel of her slippery and warm heat thrusting against him was making his ears ring and his toes curl.
"And stop having sex," Ross grumbled as they heard him trudge off.
"Coming!" Monica moaned as she arched her back and gasped as she began to shudder, squirt, and spasm wildly from another delicious orgasm.
"Fuck, baby," Chandler gasped and tensed as the site and feel of her tensing and spasming triggered his release as he jerked up inside of her.
"Oh, yeah," they both sighed in unison before his mother pounded impatiently on the door.
"Monica and Chandler, stop having sex and get ready!" Nora demanded through the closed door.
"Yes, Mother," Chandler groaned as they both fell back on the bed panting and then laughing like two teenagers who were just caught in the act.
"We really should get ready," Monica said, patting his chest and lifting herself from the bed.
"If we must," Chandler groaned as Monica threw a fresh pair of boxer briefs at him.
Monica and Chandler quickly dressed, motivating each other to do so with a kiss every time they put on an article of clothing. However, only Nora and their sleeping toddler remained in the apartment when they finally left her bedroom.
"It's about time," Nora rolled her eyes from her place on the couch, cuddling a sleeping, Hannah.
"The gang already left," Nora said as she gently rubbed the two-year-old's blanket-covered back.
"Oh," Chandler smirked, turning towards Monica, who mischievously stared back at him.
"In that case, we might as well stay in," Chandler said as he pulled a giggling Monica back into the bedroom and closed the door.
"Oh, those two," Nora shook her head in amusement.
She then looked down at her sleeping granddaughter and affectionately whispered, "You truly were made from true love, sweetheart."
Nora took a sip of wine. Then, as she heard the bed creak and delighted moans, so she turned up the TV to drown out the sounds of sex emanating from Monica's bedroom.
Saturday November 23rd, 2002
"Wow, she was incredible," Rachel sniffed as she wiped a stray tear with a tissue.
"She was. She looked like an angel," Ross added tearfully.
"I know. I am so proud of Hannah," Monica nodded through her emotions and tears.
"Isn't your cousin so talented?" Rachel said, kneeling to coo at her sleeping daughter.
"Monica," Hannah's dance teacher, Abby, said, approaching the group standing in the lobby.
"Hey, Abby," Monica said less than enthusiastically.
"Hannah did great! She has this one in the bag," Abby said excitedly.
"Duh!" Ross and Rachel said in unison as Monica and Abby looked towards them.
"Oh, you must be the aunt and uncle I have heard so much about," Abby said, extending her hand to Ross and Rachel, which they both lamely shock.
"Uh, we've met several times," Rachel said, glancing incredulously at Ross, who was staring at Abby in disbelief.
"We have?" Abby obliviously said as Monica rolled her eyes.
"Uh, yeah…" Ross replied.
"Well, it's so good to see you again." Abby said.
"I need to run off and prepare for the next solo," Abby dismissively waved as she rushed off.
"That woman is a real piece of work," Ross said as he shook his head in disbelief.
"Tell me about it," Monica grumbled as she rubbed the back of her neck in frustration.
"Then, why do you keep Hannah at that witch's studio?" Ross asked.
"Because Hannah has been going there since she was a baby, and all her friends go there. Stassi, her best friend, goes there. I can't do that to her. It's where she spends most of her time," Monica shrugged.
"I know, but Abby treats Hannah like some prized show pony. She puts her on a pedestal when she wins, which Hannah does a lot, and she pits her against all her friends, even Stassi," Rachel reasoned.
"I know," Monica grumbled as she rubbed her temples.
"Mommy!" Monica heard her daughter exclaim, and she turned to see her daughter skipping towards her as she held her father's hand.
"Oh, my God, you did so good, baby," Monica beamed as her daughter ran into her arms.
"I know," Hannah said as her mother tightly squeezed her.
"Great job, sweetheart," Ross said as he hugged his niece after her mother finally released her.
"Well, you are the prettiest white swan I have ever seen," Rachel said as she scrunched her niece's cheeks before giving her a tight squeeze.
"Thank you," Hannah blushed.
"She is," Chandler said as he kneeled to her level.
"And I am so proud of you for working so hard and giving it your all. Remember, even if you don't win, we are still so proud of you. We are always proud of you," Chandler said as he held her tiny hands in hers.
"We are. We really are," Monica agreed as she cupped her daughter's face before giving her daughter a kiss.
"Thank you," Hannah smiled at her parents.
"But she's going to win, though," Ross added, which caused Rachel to scowl and jab him in the ribs with her elbow.
"Ow!" Ross whined and exclaimed, which prompted Hannah to giggle.
"Hannah!" They heard Stassi yell and wave her over.
"Can I go?" Hannah asked, looking up at her mother with her big blue pleading eyes.
"Of course, sweetheart," Monica smiled down at her daughter.
"Thank you," Hannah said as she scampered off to her friends.
"So apparently, we're not cool enough to hang with," Chandler quipped.
"Speaking of which, where the hell are Phoebe and Joey?" Ross said, looking around the lobby for the missing-in-action friends.
"I don't know," Monica and Rachel shrugged as an air of awkwardness surrounded the group.
"So, are we going to talk about the elephant in the room…" Ross ventured.
"That Phoebe and Joey are fucking?" Chandler quipped.
"Chandler!" Monica scolded his bluntness.
"What?!" Chandler threw up his hands defensively as Monica scowled at him.
"Language! You do see these children running around, don't you?" Monica scolded.
"Oh, these are children. I thought we were fairies," Chandler replied, which made Rachel and Ross snort with laughter.
Monica then scowled at both her brother and her friend.
"What!?" Rachel replied.
"That was funny. Your husband is a funny guy," Rachel laughed as Monica smirked cockily, and Ross continued to chuckle.
"Ok, ok. Can we please watch the language," Monica conceded.
"Sorry, sweetheart, and I will," Chandler said as he gave his wife a peck on the cheek and pulled her to him.
"Thank you," Monica smiled up at him as she settled into his strong, loving arms.
"I mean, why wouldn't they just tell us they are together?" Rachel asked.
"Probably for the same reason you and I did last year and why Monica and Chandler did after they finally got back together. They want their privacy, and they don't want to complicate things amongst our little group," Ross explained as Rachel nodded in understanding and agreement.
"Can you believe we have all finally coupled up?" Monica beamed.
"I know! Isn't it wild?!" Rachel concurred.
"What is?" They heard Phoebe ask, and they all turned to see Joey and Phoebe behind them.
"Nothing…" Rachel stuttered as Monica, Ross, and Chandler blanched.
"Where the hell were you guys?! You missed Hannah's solo," Monica scolded.
"Ah, man," Joey whined as Phoebe frowned.
"Yeah, where were you guys?" Ross added.
"We, uh," Joey. "We, uh, got mugged," Joey lied, and Phoebe grimaced and closed her eyes.
"Oh?!" Rachel questioned.
"No, of course not," Phoebe chuckled and elbowed Joey.
"We got held up in traffic. There was a terrible accident on the way out of the city," Phoebe beamed proudly at her more believable alibi.
"Yeah, we got mugged while waiting in traffic," Joey dumbly added, and Phoebe rolled her eyes and scowled at him.
"Oh, really?" Chandler chuckled in amusement.
"Yeah, this crazy guy with a gun kept running up to all the cars and demanding that everyone give him all their money. It was scary!" Joey exclaimed.
"Oh, really. How unfortunate," Ross replied deadpanned.
"It really was," Joey feigned.
"Ok, and now for the truth," Chandler said.
"That is the truth," both Joey and Phoebe said at the same time.
"What is?" Ross questioned.
"All of it," Joey lied as Phoebe looked down guilty.
"Oh, really? So you to weren't actually off having sex somewhere?" Rachel chimed in.
"How did you know?" Phoebe's eyes widened.
"Rachel has a crystal ball," Chandler quipped.
"Really?!" Phoebe asked her eyes widening in wonderment.
"No," Rachel rolled her eyes.
"You really think that Ross and I bought the story that you were just performing CPR on Joey when we walked in on you two on our couch," Rachel scoffed.
"But I was!" Phoebe defended.
"With your shirt off?!" Rachel exclaimed.
"And what about your little make out session in the hallway?!" Monica added.
"What make out session?" Phoebe asked.
"The one between you two on the night of your birthday," Chandler added.
"Which you all ruined. Thank you very much!" Phoebe exclaimed as Ross, Rachel, Monica, and Chandler shared guilty looks.
"So, are you two together or not?" Rachel finally blurted out.
"Rachel!" Ross chided at her brashness.
"Yes," Phoebe finally admitted.
"Phoebe!" Joey chided.
"What? They already know. The cat's already out of the bag," Phoebe replied.
"What cat?" Joey asked dumbly as everyone rolled their eyes.
"It's just an expression for everyone already knows anyways," Phoebe explained.
"Oh," Joey nodded in understanding as Phoebe patted his back.
"Why didn't you guys tell us?!" Rachel exclaimed.
"Oh please, you're one to talk," Phoebe scoffed.
"Yeah, well, but" Rachel stuttered.
"And you two better not say anything after all of the sneaking around you two did after you got back together," Joey said pointing accusingly at Monica and Chandler.
"We weren't going to," Chandler lamely said as Monica rolled her eyes.
"Yeah, and you two as well," Phoebe said, pointing accusingly at a flabbergasted Ross and Rachel.
"Understood," Ross chimed in.
"How long has this been going on anyways?" Ross asked.
"I don't know…" Phoebe shrugged.
"On and off for a while…" Phoebe added.
"How long is a while?" Rachel questioned.
"Like four or five years," Phoebe shrugged.
"What!?" Ross, Rachel, Monica, and Chandler exclaimed in unison.
"How did we not catch this sooner?" Rachel exclaimed.
"Because we are so much better at hiding it than you guys were," Pheobe teased.
"Look, we really care about each other you guys. We are not just fooling around here. Well, we were just fooling around, but not anymore. I really love Phoebe," Joey said, looking lovingly at Phoebe as he pulled her into his arms.
"And I love him," Phoebe said as they leaned into kiss which quickly turned more passionate.
"Aw!" Rachel gushed as she looked over at Ross, and Ross smiled back at her as he took her hand in his and kissed her fingers before kissing her lips sweetly.
"How sweet," Chandler said as he looked adoringly down at his own wife before leaning in to kiss her,
"I know," Monica smiled affectionately up at him as she let his tongue slip into her mouth so they could tenderly kiss.
"Hello, do you all not mind doing that right here?" a dance mom said as she approached the group, and all three couples stopped kissing to snap their heads towards her.
"…in front of all of these kids," the mother added before walking off.
"Sorry," Monica called after the women as Chandler gave her hand a reassuring squeeze.
"It's been two weeks, Mon," Chandler whispered into her ear.
"I know," Monica quietly whimpered with equal sexual frustration.
"It will be all worth it tonight," Monica quietly replied.
"Hey, Romeo and Juliet," Ross shouted at Phoebe and Joey who had resumed kissing.
Both Phoebe and Joey stopped and looked guilty towards the group.
"Sorry," Phoebe blushed as she touched her red, swollen lips.
"This is a hotel, right?" Joey said, looking around the lobby.
"Yeah…" Monica replied.
"Come on, Phoebes," Joey said, grabbing her hand and pulling her towards the reception desk.
"Bye," Phoebe squealed as they ran off.
"She really is very bendy!" Joey called out as Ross and Chandler smirked, and Monica looked down and massaged her temple.
"Those two are ridiculous," Rachel huffed, shaking her head and crossing her arms over her chest.
"Yeah, but we are all no better," Chandler scoffed.
"And I get it. I would be taking Monica upstairs to one of those rooms to make love to her right now if we could," Chandler bitterly grumbled.
"TMI, dude," Rachel said as Ross grimaced and Monica sighed and rolled her eyes.
Saturday November 2nd, 1995
"Peak a boo, peak a boo. I see you," Monica cooed as she removed her hands from covering her eyes and tickled Hannah's tiny belly.
Hannah responded by giddily laughing at her mommy.
Chandler smirked and looked over at Monica, who was gleefully smiling at their child, and then back at Hannah, who sat on his lap as he ran his hand over her sandy, silky hair.
"Whose, Mommy and Daddy's pretty little girl? Whose Mommy and Daddy's pretty little girl?" Monica cooed as they heard Ross and Rachel start to yell in the hallway, and they both snapped their heads and turned toward the door. Then, Rachel stormed into apartment twenty and slammed the door.
"Thanks a lot, Chandler," Rachel fumed, throwing a sheet of paper at Chandler.
"What happened?" Monica asked, glancing between Chandler and Rachel in confusion.
"Ask him!" Rachel accusingly pointed her finger at Chandler before storming into her bedroom and slamming the door.
"What does that mean?" Monica asked, raising an eyebrow at her ex-boyfriend as she reached for the floating paper.
Both Monica and Chandler reached out for it, but Monica snatched it faster than Chandler could.
"Um…" Chandler bit his lip lamely as she glanced suspiciously at him before scanning the paper.
"Kind of ditzy, too into her looks, spoiled, just a waitress..." Monica said, reading aloud.
"What the hell is this?!" Monica looked up at Chandler, who was staring guilty up at her.
"It's…it's a list of reasons Ross should and should not be with Rachel to help him decide if he should be with her," Chandler shrugged.
"And I am guessing that you had something to do with this based on what Rachel said before storming into her bedroom!" Monica exclaimed.
"I just typed it…and gave Ross the idea to do it," Chandler replied.
"God, Chandler!" Monica scolded as she balled up the paper and threw it at his head before taking Hannah from his arms.
"Writing a pros and cons list of reasons to be or not be with someone! You can be so insensitive and immature sometimes!" Monica exclaimed, standing up from the couch and placing Hannah on her hip as Chandler longingly looked up at his child and sighed.
"Well, Ross was having a hard time deciding who he should be with – Julie or Rachel, so I suggested he write it to help him decide," Chandler elaborated.
"Oh my god!" Monica bitterly laughed.
"Love shouldn't require so much thinking and analyzing because when you love someone, you just know it, you trust it, and you give it a chance," Monica said before storming into Rachel's room.
Chandler threw his head back against the couch and closed his eyes balling his fists in frustration.
"I know," Chandler mumbled before putting his hands over his eyes.
He was the king of mucking up everything when it came to relationships. Not only had he derailed his relationship with Monica, but he had also managed to ruin Ross and Rachel's budding relationship because he couldn't trust love.
To Be Continued